Michael and Hank Downtime
Hearing the zombie address him, Hrafen dipped his head in quiet acknowledgment and followed him through the door.
Sitting, Hrafen sat towards the very front of his seat, as he always did, always prepared to leap up at a moment's notice. At this point, centuries later, it was simply a hard ingrained habit, and he didn't even notice. He looked ultimately relaxed, and truthfully he was, he'd just grown accustomed to it.
Seeing him dismiss the man indicated to Hrafen that he was in charge, which gave him pause. He decided that openness was the best way to approach this relationship,
"Christianity," he said, indicating the bible with his head, "And necromancy," he tilted his head back towards the retreating 'Jay' with a smile, "Interesting combination. You have found it best to utilize something many consider evil to perform good?" he asked an open-ended question, leaving it up to Michael to explain, if he wished to.
If not, Hrafen still had a question to answer,
"I am here for a discussion of our partnership, how I may strengthen it, and what we can offer one another. I am also here to discuss a potentially mutual feeling of kinship, so that I may go forth without worrying about my back." he said flatly. He was not one to beat around the bush, "I offer... much in the ways of violence, but very very little in the ways of defending myself from supernatural attacks." he shrugged, "I think working towards mutual goals would best benefit us. I can learn from you the minimum needed to allow me to perform the violence of my Clansmen on our enemies, and you can benefit from a force that does not require preparation or advance knowledge." he said, leaving it at that. When he spoke of death, it was almost in a bored tone... as if he'd dealt in it far too long, and was simply speaking about grabbing a coffee. Perhaps him indicating to others that he wasn't quite capable wasn't entirely true.